During our trip to the Everglades I learned that you can't escape from Germans. In fact, the sign at the entrance to Everglades National Park showed three languages: English, Spanish, and German. Never mind that I didn't see that sign until Day 4 because it was still pitch-dark when we headed to our photo workshop.
Once I was standing on an overlook at the Anhinga Trail when I heard a German voice near me. I would have approached the speaker if I had had the time.
There was even a German immigrant in the workshop. We had a brief conversation in German and I learned that every one has a story, a story that is as individual as we all are. It is the common interests that help us cross bridges.
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